Chapter 40

It was just a game of chess. What could possibly happen? What were the chances of Ivor forcing himself on her?

‘Knock Knock Knock. She rapped on his door.

A deep, charming voice responded, “Come in.”

Bonnie smelled a wonderful cologne as soon as she pushed the door open. Ivor definitely used the good stuff.

Ivor was sitting in a chair. A chessboard had been set up in front of him. He had even gotten someone to prepare tea. Ivor took a slow sip as steam wafted over his sharp eyes. The steam lingered, giving his handsome features an almost ethereal sense of charm.

“The tea master brewed this. Have a taste.”

“Sure.” Bonnie didn’t bother to stand on formalities. She lifted the cup and tasted the tea. “This is Mariage Frères. It’s been brewed very well, too.”

He raised his brow and asked playfully, “How do you know it’s Mariage Frères?”

It produced extraordinary teas in small quantities. Most people had never even heard

ordinary people to tell what it is?” Bonnie answered nonchalantly and set the cup down.

you tasted it before?”

what she said as lies in the past, but he hesitated to think that of her now. Bonnie might be

to tell me that you’re a tea master next?” Ivor poured

condescendingly.

could say that,” she said with a blank face. “I could’ve brewed

she had tasted every tea imaginable, but anyone who was rich enough could do that. However, it was simply arrogance to say that she could brew better tea than a

tea master.

were to learn it from scratch, she wouldn’t have been able to

tea master, Quenton Hill. If you’re a tea master yourself, you must have heard

him.”

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for you?” She put down her cup of

Quenton?!

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